Ruminations of A Tired Soul

These are the ruminations of a tired soul. The Nigerian youth is a tired soul. A product of a society, which has connived to kill the many aspirations of its youths.

Any nation and in this instance country owes it to its youths a secured future. Quality education, infrastructures and institutions which work are essential towards a secured future for youths and most importantly guidance. Surely all these would instill in the youths a sense of duty and patriotism towards their motherland.

For the Nigerian youth, this is the exact opposite. Quoting Ola Rotimi in “The Gods are not to Blame”, the struggles of man begins at birth albeit the Nigerian youth. Beset with a myriad of societal hurdles, a large percentage of Nigerian youths grow up to become disillusioned and disgruntled adults. You can’t help but feel sometimes that you are “lazy”. This is naught for what to do but rather how the system has been structured. A system structured to frustrate and kill so many aspirations.

You can’t help but feel sometimes that you are “lazy”. This is naught for what to do but rather how the system has been structured. A system structured to frustrate and kill so many aspirations. You can’t help but feel sometimes that you are “lazy”. This is naught for what to do but rather how the system has been structured. A system structured to frustrate and kill so many aspirations.

There is no hope for the younger generations as they have no moral values and are easily distracted. For them, the stuff of legend is the celebrity life.

Meanwhile in Benue, the killings continue and we are forced to ask the premium placed on human lives by not just our purported leaders but us citizens. Are we now bereft of compassion? Are we now happy with the events happening in our country, that is dragging us back to the Stone Age?

Aren’t we now complicit in this anarchy visited on us by blood sucking, ravenous demons? Our silence in the face of all provocations, our bid to give excuses makes us willing test subjects in a social experiment gone so wrong.

As these ruminations go on in my tired soul, I recall Date’s words “ The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis- Dante Alighieri”.